I’ve somehow lost a few days somehow. I woke up this morning with a fever (102.9), and so I went to bed, covered by no less than six blankets, a long sleeved tshirt and sweats. When I woke up later in the day, it had gone up to 103.something. Then when I woke up this evening, walked into the kitchen, took my temp and told Bob, “I have a high fever.” He said, “How high?” “Um… 105.6.” Bob said, “NO! You’d be dead.” So had him come and take my temp to see for himself. 104-106 each time he took it, depending on how far he pushed the thermometer down my ear. So, he believed me and we went back to the Little Clinic. The Nurse there gave me new medicine. But I can’t breastfeed NIla on it, so we’re in for about 15 days of putting formula in her cup. This should be fun.
Tomorrow, we’re going to Franklin to meet with my enrollment counselor. We also have another appointment tomorrow evening, and maybe I’ll tell you about tomorrow.
Today I had a dream that Kelly Rippa was wearing a back brace and couldn’t walk over the baby gate at church, so I had to lift her up over it. But when I did, I bent her back a little and she got bad. I mean mad.